Spider Shopping

[Seraphina]

A nod of understanding. No need to waste time now.

Turning to look at Circe, “Food? I didn’t think to bring food. And I thought you knew where it was.” Well, this was…awkward. “But, most Markets move around, so even if we knew where it was, the chances of it moving to a new location are high. So I say if we find someone when we get in there, we ask questions about traveling Markets, see what it gets us.” Maybe it would help, maybe it wouldn’t.

Eyes move from the Summer, to the Gate, and then back, shrugging, “Works for me.”

[Circe]

"Well we can wing it Sera. Got a few things outta habit, this jacket is mad with pockets," she reassures Seraphina, "Plus shotguns can be used ta hunt if we get, well, more lost as we are that already."

"Cool," Circe kicks open the door on her side, leans forward to poor Glamour into the garage gate. She quickly clambers back in so she hits the gas upon the garage door turning into a large enough gate. "Andiamo!" And with that the are cruising in the Hedge.

Not top speed as Circe is no fool but just enough to get into the Hollow before she stops. "Hey it worked," she would survey the paths available but first she has something to get and explain. Circe pulls out the pump action shotgun, pointing the barrel out her side window. "Okay, so point and pull trigger works fer everything but this baby ain't automated action ta ready the next bullet. It is pump," she points out said pump and demonstrates how to use said pump. "Pull trigger, then slide the pump. Empty bullet out, new bullet ready, and ya can pull trigger again. Also, safety is on, hafta flip the toggle to turn it off or trigger no work."

Circe felt that should help Seraphina figure out how to use it. Reloading was a little mute as Circe figures if the Spring Queen can't drop something in 7 shots then 8 won't make much of a difference. She hands off the shotgun to Seraphina before she starts looking around the Hollow. "Aaaand any idea where we at?"

[Seraphina]

Nodding, “We got this.” Surely between the two of them they could figure out any problems that came up.

She watches the Summer open the Gate, then places a hand on the dash as they enter. In case of bumps or whatever.

When they stop, she was surprised to see her pull the gun out, but not really. As she was explaining how it worked. Sapphires watch closely as the pump was pointed out and explained. Then the safety. Good to know. “Ok,” a nod, “think I can handle that if it comes down to it. Thanks for showing me.” Because Sera wasn’t sure if she would have figured it out. Well, maybe, but who knows how long it would have taken.

Gently taking the gun, she looks a little closer at it, testing its weight. Lifting it and aiming out the window to her right with it, then placing it back under the seat. She could do this, totally.

Looking out the windshield, then out her window again, then back to the elf, shaking her head, “No.” a slight frown. “But given how big the spider has to be,” guessing, “it seems like once we get on the right track, we’ll see it. I say we find a well-worn path and follow it. That was how we found those guys with the cart who were headed to it, so maybe we’ll get lucky again.”

[Saber Sloth]

The pair would remember that Anatole had found the Great Spider Bazaar a day out from Iron Meg's Orchard, though he would have mentioned that it was nomadic, coming and going on an arcane schedule known only to the Spider itself.

Please remember to spend Glamour to open the Gate.

[Circe]

D'oh! Knew I forgot something. Paperwork

[Circe]

"Oh yeah," Circe nods while giving Seraphina a sheepish smile, "Giant spider is gonna leave a giant trail. Giant monster movie rules," she flicks on the high beams. Now they just had to find a wide enough trail and look for a wider trail. "And don't mind keeping the window rolled up. That glass won't stop the shotgun blast and the glass will go outwards if ya hafta shoot something."

Circe tries to get her bearings. Hopefully she can find or make a wide enough path.

3 successes

Date	Action	Roll	Result
2020-11-08 20:45:29	Circe rolls 5 to Navigate the Thorns Int + Surv (10 Again)	8, 3, 7, 10, 4, 8	3 successes

"Well time to play Hedge Ranger," after a moment she smirks at Seraphina, "Imma tell that one ta yer chipper courtiers. Those girls will love that phrase, probably go fer matching uniforms or something."

Sorry for the delay. Feel free to have Seraphina roll too so the ladies don't get lost.

[Seraphina]

Reaching back for the shotgun, she places it within easier reach, closer to her. One hand remained on the end of the gun, though she highly doubted she would have Circe’s reaction speed, but she’d try.

Nodding as she looked around, “Oh yeah. Big trail! Unless it has some weird Hedge magic on it to minimize its path.” A shrug, it could be a thing. It was the Hedge. Then looking at the glass, then to Circe, then back to the glass, “You’re sure it’s not going to come back in and blind me?” sounding a bit uncertain. “Maybe I should have brought some sunglasses.” She couldn’t heal her own wounds like she could for others. And she’d rather not be blinded.

Snorting as she laughed, “Matching uniforms is a Spring thing. But I don’t see them being useful or practical in here.”

Frowning as she kept looking around, shaking her head, “Navigating this place is not one of my strong suits.” that was Sonnie's territory.

failure

Date	Action	Roll	Result
2020-11-09 14:07:55	Seraphina rolls 3 to Navigate the Hedge(Int+Surv) (10 Again)	1, 1, 4	failure

[Circe]

Circe thinks about it as she starts driving, "Okay maybe roll the window down. Physics is stranger then the Wyrd sometimes, so I can't say it won't have some come back inside."

"Depends on the uniform. Football uniforms fer example," she jests to Seraphina as they drive. "Well I'm sure we can figure it out. Worse comes ta worst I have brushed up on hunting," she sighs, "But no merit badge fer it. Such a shame. Though if we get really lost, we'll have those not here take," there is a heavy thud as the truck rolls up and over something, "The blame."

While Circe maybe have some inkling of where to go thanks to the Wyrd, it isn't going to be a quick trip thanks to the terrain and size of the truck. Though at least their feet will not be sore.

RAW it should take the duo 8 hours, 10 - Circe's 2 Wyrd rating, to get to the Spider Market's trail.

[Seraphina]

She wasn’t sure if she should laugh or not, but rolls the window down. “Probably a good idea. I’d rather be careful with that than find out the wrong way and have to explain to Rhodes why I was suddenly blind.” That would not be a fun conversation.

An eyebrow quirked, “Football uniform?” laughing, “I don’t see many Springs agreeing to wear those. All those pads just is not a good look.” Nope.

“Considering what you did to those Briar Wolves, you definitely earned a merit badge. And those can always be spun! I’ll look into making you one. Something with fire and bullets!” It could be something fun and light. “Whoa!” and she leans over to look and see what they ran over. “That was big.” Maybe a root or rock? “Well, if we get really lost, I can try and locate a Gate for us. But, who knows what’ll find in the meantime! Maybe something exciting like another wandering market, or some random Hobs with wares to trade.” She was always looking for the bright side. “And I told Rhodes where we going, and where we started, so we have in case.” In case a gate couldn’t be found and they were in trouble.

[Circe]

"Off road-ing is bumpy, hence drive slow," she explains after the initial thud.

"Roll down the window," Circe says quite quickly. It was bad to explain to a fellow Monarch why another was blinded. But to explain it to a husband who was also as close to a wizard as was possible? Nope.

"Not good looking?" She scoffs at this, taking her eyes of the trail to look at Seraphina. A wooden crack occurs. "Girl yer looking too high. Pads are gaudy but them pants? Tight!"

She checks her rear view mirror and sees naught pursuing or writhing in pain, so probably a branch. "Like me a merit badge, hafta get a sash fer 'em." As for the prospect of not finding the place, "It'll take a while and we got plenty of options fer trade ta road Hobs. I wonder."

Circe flicks on the radio. Dead air is the result, as expected. "Wanna see if we can get a station Sera? A briar DJ would be amusing ta hear, unless there all about that atonal."